a one was a question. Undoubtedly he would not be forced to bear it for
long. Louise would find employment--she must find it. Did not the need
compel it? And was she not far
too capable a worker to be out of a place? Why, scores of people would
seek
her help eagerly when once it was known her assistance was available.
Sound as these arguments were, however, facts did not bear them out.
Apparently
nobody in Baileyville wished help, no matter how excellent
its quality. Every night the report from the Harlings was the
same--Louise could find nothing to do. Even Mrs. McGregor who was
ordinarily able to straighten out every sort of tangle had no
remedy for the present pitiable dilemma. The only employment it was in
her power to secure for the girl was fine sewing and Louise, restricted
by her factory training,
could not sew. A week went by and still nothing presented
itself. Mrs. Harling and the aged grandfather, from whom the calamity
had been kept as long as it was possible to
conceal it, at length took up the worry. "Whatever is going to become of
us
now?" bewailed each in turn. "Where's the food and rent coming from?"
Hal fidgeted. Every day he looked more harrowed and distressed,
and the
smile that had formerly come so spontaneously came now
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